#its SO CUTE

[your-compadre-infinity]

AUGJ-

here you go @noodelzmop, your monster yaoi!!

Why is Doom Shadow so damn hard to draw 😭

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

to be treasured

[xeemaee]

Shoutout to his random little curls

[bunnyspine]

Eddie Dear!

Who's that letter for? 💌

[urbestestwindgod]

well id hope so

*Enter a very panicked Oizys*

AEOLUS WHAT HAPPENED

@og-aaaaaaaaaa

*insert a sobbing mess of an aeolus*

[genevawrenn]

Tallulah has joined her brother Chayanne <3

[veronicathegoddess]

subs who do that little please please please before they cum are absolutely fucking adorable

[ohmygraves]

the first time you and ghost became roommates, he didn't have a lot of things.

he had his essentials, packed in a duffel bag and like, two moving boxes and that's it. he didn't even have his own furniture or pots and pans, so the two of you didn't cook for the first few weeks living together. he seems perfectly content with just living with the furniture that came with the apartment, an old beat up sofa and dirty stained dining table, together with a few chairs and old mattresses in each bedroom. you made it a goal to get rid of the smelly bed as soon as possible, working your arse off to afford new beds for the sake of your back.

ghost, or well, simon, don't feel the need to own too many things. he thinks it's a nuisance, since well it'll be tiring to pack so many things when he needs to move again for some reason or another. even when he stayed in the barracks, his room was always the most bare out of everyone.

you were the opposite, of course. you liked having lots of personal items and memorabilia, or just trinkets that you like in general. your shared flat is full of your items, posters hung up on the wall, framed pictures, potted plants, consoles and books, whatever you have. it felt like the place was only occupied by you, and with how often simon was away on deployments and missions, it might as well be.

you both split duties when he's around. you cook, he does dishes. you take out the trash, he cleans the bathroom. you tidy things up and he'd mop/vacuum it. he insisted that you cook since he's not much of a cook himself (which, explains why he doesn't have a single kitchen utensils in his stuff) and that you're better at cooking than him. he'd gladly deal with all the dirty jobs for you, wouldn't be the worst thing he did anyway.

you and simon get groceries separately (his "groceries" consisting of some type of booze and maybe toiletries, perhaps some snacks if he's feeling fancy), but very rarely you go together with him to tesco or something. you always have to remind him to note whatever things needed to be replaced at your shared flat, so that you don't have to go multiple times just to get a bottle of dish soap or toilet paper.

you two bicker like an old married couple sometimes, because he's a smart ass and would tease you, and you'd get mad at him for eating your things or using your soap/shampoo.

sometimes you wondered if rooming with simon was a bad idea, but he had always made sure to keep your job easy for you except for a few minor inconveniences he did on purpose just so you'd scold him. he helped move furniture and do the heavy jobs for you, and not to mention he leaves you alone, never nosy or get too friendly with you. although at the same time, he expected you to do the same for him.

if he tells you when he's coming back after missions, you'd get him a treat when he gets home, some beer already chilling in the refrigerator and his favorite snacks on the counter, together with his favorite takeout dinner (of course, you'd ask for the money back. you're not made of money if you're rooming with someone). some snarky note like "shower first before you sleep, stinky" or "it's 30 pounds for everything, you're welcome".

simon didn't think much of it, but he definitely took you for granted. you're a nice roommate, you two get along, and you're a great cook. you made sure to feed him whenever possible (because you're convinced he'd actually forget to eat when he's alone, considering his groceries as mentioned before), and not to mention you made his masks and balaclava smell nice and clean when you do laundry.

you'd patiently help him sew, teach him how to mend his clothes when he has the time (which is still a funny sight seeing how small the needles looked between his thick massive fingers). he always gets frustrated, telling you that you did a much better job than his lousy stitches that wouldn't even hold up after one wear. you'd sew all tears and holes on his masks and clothes, patch the holes up when you could.

in return, he'd bring some of your favorite snacks home. he always said something along the lines that it was on sale, or that it's buy one get one free, but you noted that he always brought home your favorite things after you mended his clothes, or helped him in some way. you didn't mind, you liked the snacks and it's nice that he shows his gratitude in this way.

you try to ignore the thumping of your heart every time he hands you things while saying "reckon you'd like this."

[undead-cypress]

Altabury Spoilers

..... Damn?

I've always wanted to draw that meme lol

But also I want to point out Strohl's delightful lil drawing from the game (again, spoilers)

The pressurized blood spray is completely unnecessary but it's his creative vision, damnit

A little tiny smile. Awwwwww. World's cutest assassin

[sanemin]

[wizardsandrain]

El nido de cuervo

The crow's nest

[kevindavidday]

gonna start compiling andreil sleeping fanart...one thing this fandom loves is making these boys cuddle and sleep

[mimsta]

Everyone please look at the artwork Kaiji Tang drew himself for autograph signing 😭😭😭

[junebugdunes]

what was he expecting, honestly

[aesthetics-over-ethics]

This is so cute actually

[uhhlifeig]

First Full Moon - Jan. 6th - word count: 298 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus woke up in a haze.

He looked around, taking in the cold stone walls of the Hospital Wing. His eyes flicked to the chair next to his bed. 

Normally, Sirius would have been sitting next to him, holding his hand, perhaps dozing off or reading a book.

Today was different. Sirius wasn’t there.

Remus knew that the night before, his friends had accompanied his werewolf counterpart under the moon.

Remus also knew that he could taste an iron-y tang on the back of his tongue. 

“Fuck,” Remus muttered. “Fuck.”

Did he hurt his friends? Bite one of them, perhaps? He didn’t remember.

He took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down, but it was no use. His mind spiralled.

“Oh, dear,” Madam Pomfrey clucked when she came around to his bed. “Here, take this, Remus.” She handed him a Dreamless Sleep, which he gladly took.

He downed it and thought no more.

~~~~~

“Moony,” a voice said gently. “Hey, Moons.”

Remus cracked open his eyes, seeing a figure that had storm-gray eyes and a mane of pitch black hair.

“Sirius?” Remus whispered. 

“Yeah, it’s me, Moons.” Sirius smiled down at Remus. “You okay? Did we help at all?”

“I- yeah,” Remus said. “You did.” 

“Good,” Sirius said, pecking Remus on the cheek and pulling back, scrutinizing him. Remus felt ever-so-slightly exposed. “You don’t look so good, Moons, d’you need Pomfrey?”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just- God, Sirius, you scared me. I thought I hurt you or something, when you weren’t here earlier.”

“Oh, Rem,” Sirius sighed, cupping Remus’s face in his hands. “You didn’t. Promise. Moony was very well behaved.”

“You weren’t… scared of me?” he asked. 

“I could never be scared of you,” Sirius chuckled, kissing him on the forehead. “You apologize to inanimate objects.”